Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 194, Section 193: The Fire Serpent Devours the Rakshasa

"Third brother, are you colluding with outsiders?"

The older man looked to the side in disbelief, while the younger man had no intention of arguing.

Before he finished speaking, his feet shone with a dazzling light of true energy, and he instantly rose from the ground, flying towards the eaves.

However, before he could jump to the height of the eaves, a huge shadow enveloped him.

He turned his head in horror, only to see Huang Hai's enormous, demonic body already three feet behind him, his hand, bigger than a millstone, reaching out, the air seemingly being stirred and compressed by his thick fingers.

Within their enormous eyes, an inhuman coldness and murderous intent blazed forth:
"Parents are never wrong, but you've betrayed your parents and are no longer my son!"

"what!!!!"

A piercing scream rang out as the enormous hand closed, crushing the bones in the man's left leg.

A burst of intense true energy flashed by, and a tangible fist imprint slammed into Huang Hai's palm. The latter released his grip in pain, and the former immediately fell to the ground in a sorry state.

"Third brother, father, please stop! Don't fight anymore!"

However, his shouts had no effect; in fact, the demonic figure moved even faster, and thick saliva even oozed from the corner of its lips.

The shared bloodline seemed to possess an extra sweet fragrance, which made Huang Hai unconsciously feel intoxicated.

Perhaps this will be more effective in improving one's cultivation than using virgin boys and girls?

Yes, the methods provided by the Ming Cult were no longer emergency measures to vent demonic energy, but rather wonderful methods to enhance cultivation.

At first, he kept reminding himself not to get addicted, but his desires didn't decrease with the release; instead, they increased.

Gradually, he stopped feeling fear towards this demonic body and instead felt comfortable and peaceful in this state.

"Third brother, don't move, be good, just like when you were little, it won't hurt."

The enormous hand slammed down towards the struggling human figure on the ground, whose face turned deathly pale, and who couldn't help but scream even louder:
"Military Advisor Su, please save me!!!!!"

boom! ! ! !

The sound waves and flames exploded instantly, and the powerful impact cracked the surrounding walls.

Huang Jia Dalang, who was also at the Great Completion of the Yellow Court cultivation level, was almost blasted away by the aftershock of this attack.

Seeing the dust and smoke filling the sky, his heart jumped:
"father!"

"He's not our father! Brother, it's come to this, don't be so stubborn!"

Huang Jiasanlang was being carried on the shoulders of two city guards, limping along, while Su Wuming, armed with a sword and shield and clad in full armor, stood beside him.

"Huang Dalang, did you hear what your brother said? If you surrender now, can you still save the Huang family?"

Huang Jia Dalang heard the dense clanging of armor not far away, and his heart sank.

"Military Advisor Su, what happened to my father has nothing to do with the government, right? You've barged into his residence with your troops without authorization. Is Bai Xiangshan trying to raise funds for the army and embezzle his property? Aren't you afraid of provoking other nobles in the city?"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Wuming gave him a look as if he were a fool. Huang Jia Dalang was about to say something when suddenly there was another dull thud in the dust, like iron and stone being struck or a drum being beaten.

A blast of air shot into the sky, clearing away the smoke, revealing a young man in a black robe and black turban standing with a gun.

Flames swirled around the crimson spear like a trident, the light highlighting the smooth, delicate ivory skin, and it seemed as if sparks were exploding in its eyes.

"Li Cunxiao, it's you? Is there no one left at Tiangu Temple?"

The giant, a ten-foot-tall creature with a horse-faced head, spewed steam from its mouth. Its eyes, with pupils like rubies, possessed an eerie, demonic quality, yet they were not chaotic but rather clear.

On his muscular, oily arms, there were two charred marks, even revealing the white bone, but they were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Interesting. No wonder Master sent me to fight you. It turns out that even after a True Form Realm martial artist becomes possessed by a demon, they can still retain their sanity. It's almost as if the demon has become a spirit."

Li Cunxiao seemed to be smiling when he said this, but the murderous intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

"The more this is the case, the less we can afford to keep you here!"

With a single thought, the Flame-Mao True Qi within his body surged forth like a river bursting its banks, flowing into the Purple Flame Serpent Spear.

The patterns on the spear resembled countless water channels, dispersing and gathering the Flaming True Qi, which finally erupted and converged on the trident, transforming into a giant fire serpent three zhang long, which swallowed the horse-headed Rakshasa in one gulp!

"Open it for me!"

Looking at the terrifying attack, Huang Hai's eyes, now possessed by a demon, no longer showed fear, only bloodthirsty excitement and a strange clarity.

His martial arts experience from fighting others for most of his life was not forgotten after he became a demon, and his body after becoming a demon was comparable to a low-grade demonic treasure.

The dark red true energy was as thick as blood plasma, and it covered his entire body in an instant. As he pushed with both palms, spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground beneath his feet. The huge blood hand actually forced open the fire serpent's gaping maw!

"Dad, let me help you!"

Huang Jia Dalang's eyes struggled and shifted several times, but at this moment he seemed to have made up his mind. His face hardened, and he suddenly drew a soft sword from his waist, raised his hand, and slashed a sword aura at Li Cunxiao.

"presumptuous!"

Su Wuming's expression darkened, and he released his true energy, which condensed into a blurry image of a galloping horse.

He used his left-hand shield as a horse's head, and his robes fluttered like the mane of a galloping horse. In an instant, he blocked the path between the two battlefields.

As their true energy collided and dissipated, Huang Jia Da Lang's face turned ashen, and Huang Jia San Lang couldn't help but cry out:

"Big brother, do you want to kill the entire Huang family?!"

"Look at Father like this! He's gone mad long ago. He's no longer the wise and insightful patriarch who led the Huang family forward!"

"He's nothing but a demon succumbing to lust now! A beast!"

"Shut up!!!!!"

Huang Jia Dalang's eyes were bloodshot, and he was hysterical.

"Without our father, we wouldn't be where we are today! Sanlang, you've forgotten your roots!"

"That's enough," Huang Jia Sanlang said, seeing his elder brother's state, he had no heart to talk about anything anymore, turned his head away, and closed his eyes in anguish.

“Military Advisor Su, these two colluded with the Ming Cult, their crimes are unforgivable. You may deal with them as you see fit. But the other members of the Huang family are unaware of this; they are innocent.” “I understand. Governor Bai is discerning and will certainly not implicate them arbitrarily.”

A hint of admiration appeared in Su Wuming's eyes.

If it weren't for Huang Sanlang's courage to make tough decisions, they would have had to put in a lot of effort to find evidence that Huang Hai, the head of the Huang family, was colluding with the demonic sect.

But this eldest son of the Huang family, I don't know if he's stubbornly clinging to his delusions or if it's for the sake of the family's survival, he's still willing to take the blame on himself in this situation—so that I can give him an easy answer and treat the rest of the Huang family members well?
Huang Jia Dalang looked at Su Wuming, who was enveloped in true energy, and did not make any rash moves.

He held a soft sword, seemingly ready to fight at any moment, but there was no fighting spirit in his eyes. In fact, his attention was not even on the person in front of him, but was firmly locked on the huge fire serpent and horse-headed Rakshasa not far away, and occasionally he looked around.

'Although Li Cunxiao is a rising star of Tiangu Temple, he is still at the Huangting realm. Being able to contend with my father for the time being is already his limit. Even if he's a genius, he shouldn't be able to defeat my father.'

'But since he dared to come, there's a high chance the head of Tiangu Temple is still nearby. The Huang family can't escape this time.'

"The best course of action now is to ensure that Li Cunxiao isn't accidentally killed by Father. If that happens, once Father is executed, I can take the remaining blame, and the third brother and the rest of the clan can be saved."

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, and Huang Jia Dalang's eyes revealed a resolute determination, prompting Su Wuming to grip the hilt of his knife tightly, ready to strike at any moment.

However, at this moment, the stalemate between Li Cunxiao and Huang Hai finally came to a conclusion.

The enormous fire serpent opened its massive mouth, which was stretched open by its muscular, thick arms. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that countless tiny fire serpents were constantly moving within the serpent's mouth, burrowing into the body of the horse-headed rakshasa at the junction of the two.

When it was outside, the fire serpent was as thin as a hair, but after it burrowed into Huang Hai's body, countless ferocious protrusions suddenly appeared between its already dark red and shiny muscles, as if earthworms were arching and falling in the flesh.

As the fire snakes moved, the ferocious horse-faced demon couldn't help but pant rapidly. Its arms, which had been straight as a line, slowly curled up, like a roof beam being squeezed and deformed, emitting a strange and teeth-grinding sound.

"Having been hit by the Lesser Living Hell and the Black Rope Hell, how could you have endured it for so long?"

Li Cunxiao was quite surprised to see Huang Hai finally showing signs of abnormality.

The "Living Hell" technique is a method to harass the enemy, causing the martial artist's blood and true energy to run rampant and become uncontrollable.

The Black Rope Hell is a binding technique that can draw in the body's true energy, making it move like a living thing, burning the enemy's blood and true energy.

If both are used together, a Yellow Court martial artist of the same level as him will turn pale and be forced to kneel on the ground within twenty breaths.

However, Huang Hai lived up to his reputation as a martial artist who had reached the True Form Stabilization Realm. Even after falling into demonic possession, he remained conscious and maintained extremely strong control over his true energy.

However, this is the limit that Huang Hai can achieve.

At this moment, he was also quite agitated, and there was an indelible shock in his heart.

What his eldest son could think of, he could also guess. Li Cunxiao was a rising star of Tiangu Temple. No matter how careless those bald monks were, they would not let him risk his life alone. There must be other experts lurking nearby.

He did not voluntarily engage in a power struggle with Li Cunxiao; rather, he was trapped in a double hell, unable to move an inch, and forced to remain in this stalemate.

What's even more shocking is that, given the difference in cultivation level, one would expect the opponent to quickly become overwhelmed, even if it came down to a battle of pure internal energy.

Nearly sixty breaths passed, and while the other party remained calm, the true energy and blood energy within his own body began to show signs of spiraling out of control.

"If this stalemate continues, even if I kill this little bastard, I will have no chance of survival once the bald monks from Tiangu Temple arrive."

Huang Hai's bloodshot eyes were filled with agitation.

As a martial artist who had reached the state of meditative absorption, although he did not lose his mind after falling into demonic possession and still retained his past experiences, he relied more on instinct to make decisions.

He doesn't consider his current state to be demonic possession, but rather believes that he has rediscovered his true self, broken free from shackles, and shattered constraints.

Now, he no longer cared about family, bloodline, responsibility, ethics, or consequences. Only one thought roared in his heart like a drumbeat:
"Li Cunxiao, I'm going to devour you alive!"

The dark red, viscous true energy surged chaotically, and in an instant, it seemed as if a large amount of rotten mud had poured out of that demonic body, rushing to cover Huang Hai's body.

In just a few breaths, the three-zhang-tall horse-headed demon began to grow again, with white bone spurs and swollen tumors growing from its back and arms, making it even more terrifying than ordinary demons.

During this transformation, Huang Hai actually dragged the giant fire snake away from the courtyard.

If you look straight ahead along the route he is traveling, you can see a cluster of lights.

"court death!"

Since it was his first time fighting a True Form Warrior, Li Cunxiao originally wanted to use his Flame Demon True Qi to weaken his opponent as much as possible.

But now that Huang Hai is about to harm innocent people, he immediately knew that he could no longer fight a war of attrition.

"Suck~"

He took a long breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the thin mist in the night sky into his lungs.

Within his dantian, the real Nezha stomped his foot forcefully, causing the wooden dragon and fire snake to intertwine and hiss. The surging true energy, like a river, washed over the silver wheel behind him, and a hazy phantom descended into the mortal world.

"That is?!"

Su Wuming's hair stood on end, and the Huang brothers not far away also cast their horrified glances at him.

Suddenly, the three-zhang-long fire serpent expanded again, and before anyone could react, it swallowed Huang Hai whole.

Flames and intense heat distorted the air and light, outlining a scene of three hells within the fire serpent's enormous belly.

In the first level of hell, the suffering beings have iron claws on their hands. Their claws are long and sharp. They are filled with hatred and malice, and they grab each other with their claws, causing their flesh to fall off.
The second level of hell is where sinners are bound with hot iron ropes, then sawed and cut. Evil winds blow the hot iron ropes, enveloping their bodies, burning their skin and flesh, charring their bones and boiling their marrow, causing endless suffering.
The third level of hell, a towering peak and deep valley, stands above the first two levels of hell, constantly moving towards the Yellow Sea in the center.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The horse-faced demon roared like a demon, its muscles like dragons, snakes, and pythons resisting the ever-closing giant peaks. Its skin cracked open, and blood flowed like a gushing spring.

"Hell can't cure you, so what about the power of the vast ocean and the heavens!"

The silver wheel gleamed, echoing the silver moon.

Its rotation is not fast; in fact, it can be described as slow.

However, each rotation of the wheel seemed to turn the wheel at the bottom of the world, and the phantoms of Jambudvipa, Purvavideha, and Aparagodaniya appeared in turn. In the shadows, the phantom of a fourth continent was also rising and changing.

Li Cunxiao stepped into the void, his cloud-stepping boots gleaming with silver light and thunderous drums. The purple flame spear behind him was engulfed in flames, which accompanied him to the top of the horse-headed Rakshasa. The fiery spear pulled the head of the roaring python, stirring up mountains and seas, and then smashed down fiercely!
Bang! ! ! !

Dust rose like a curtain, and blood and flesh flowed like a torrential downpour. The intense stench of blood accompanied the exploding limbs, as if a river of blood had been opened, instantly engulfing everyone's ankles.

With a snap, the soft sword sank into the bloody mud. Huang Jia Da Lang looked at the black-clad youth, whose body was steaming with blood, his face pale, and knelt down helplessly.

(End of this chapter)